do you remember that moment you were waiting for,
the one where all that was left was small talk? of course
not. you never expected that it could ever happen to you,
do you? you have always had this certainty that the day
will simply love you back, and now you just have trouble
sleeping. and if you asked for a sceptic, only to tell him
the funny things one says to someone that one loves,
he would pretend for a moment that he does not know
what you mean. then you could walk together through
the night streets of the city, as if all the possibilities
did not miss you that one night.
hidden pilcrow 